A Time to Talk


Posted on 16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by admin

When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven’t hoed,
And shout from where I am, What is it?
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.

-Robert Frost (1874-1963)

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Laid my head upon your chest

Your arms encircled me,

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And then I realized

that to be

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I had to

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Aankho hi aankhon mein

Aankho hi aankhon mein Baatein isharon mein

Tumne jo mujhse kahi hai Aisa kyu lagta hai

MERE JAZBAT

SaDiya Guzar Gayi Kisi o Apna Bnane Me...

Magar Pal Bhi Na Laga Unhe Hamse Door Jane Me..

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YE MATWALI ZINDAGI

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I Am Trying

I know there's something great in me,

Something I struggle to find.

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KUCHH LOG JADA JANTE HAI

कुछ लोग जो ज़्यादा जानते हैं, इन्सान

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